New paintings and regular art updates.
Look into the crystal ball
See what you can see?
Is it a reflection
or is it really me?
Trapped in time and hidden
Never to grow old
A portrait is an instant
In time, no longer told.
Memory of power
Ability to do
But time just gets slower
A reminder of you.
He would sit by my side
Keeping me company
My heart is heavy now…
He’s gone
How do I know he loved me?
His purring voice
His kneading paws
He was my two toned friend
Walking away, a single look back
Goodbye, I’ll see you later…
(for my cat)
A heart in the bottom of my mucky mug.
Like a parchment map of old
Stained shape of hidden treasure
And a bit like Plutos bold
Heart impaled on its frosty ground
Making it’s tiny world go round
Hearts bring me cheer
Makes me remember
He once was here.
So I write a poem to remind me
While on the cooker I’m burning tea!
Atishoo
Tissue time!
I’ve got a runny nose
Soggy and boggy
Dripping like a tap
An open faucet
Breath limited
To one nostril
Ugh
Yuk
Mucus
Snot!
Let me draw again
Give me inspiration
Let me take charge of my dreams
Create new images
Restore my life
Secure my vision.
Help me to be free
And end fear.
Dazzle myself as well as others.
Imagine anew what I drew before
(this digital drawing is eight years old and was drawn in Artrage, I wish I could remember how I did it,)
Strange how things look
When you cook
Sautéed mushrooms
Nicely softened
A touch of brown
Like autumn leaves
The spoon?
A trunk.
And suddenly
A mushroom tree
Beauty?
Cold like a mountain top
The wind flows past the house
And sucks the warmth out
Through it’s drab walls.
I want to be hugged
Back into humanity
Blood running cold
Pulsing again.
I need to shelter
Enveloped in soft blankets
And sleep till spring….
Gray or grey?
Grumpy day
Drizzle soaks
No Sun,
It’s not come out to play.
Cold and damp
Low pressure
Slow moving
Fog and mist
I’m “rained in”
Hidden
From the grey…
What is your favorite animal?
Old cat
But still lithe
Handsome
His tuxedo is shabby
But he makes me feel happy
Big snuggles
And his purr
Is to die for.
I’m stuck
Like glue to a wall
Post it notes
With no writing on
No pathway out
Prevarication
It describes me
Now
Lost and flapping
Like a bird in a hurricane.
Twisting and turning
Lost in a maelstrom
I don’t know what to do
Where to go
What to say
So I stay
Quiet
Remote
Lost
Mallaband-Brown